Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.